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Soon they were on their way. The men didn't get much sleep the rest of the the trip, they were watching for desparados along the way.
EXPERIENCES OF AN OLD FREIGHTER For a long period of time before and after the rail-road came into Milford, in 1880, Milford was a local point of all freighting by team and wagon. Some of the old roads are still visible and in places are one hundreds yards wide. From a few men still living, who traveled these winding roads across the desert, may be gleaned the heart interest stories of the opening of an empire which has produced millions in gold, silver, lead, and copper, livestock and agricultural products. At the foot of Tushar Mountain, in the beautiful little city of Beaver, still lives one of these old freighters, Larkin Waters, now eighty-one years old. In the language of the old freighter, he vividly tells many incidents that happened along the way. He tells this story about a freighter, a Scandanavian from Richfield. Unfortunately he had forgotten his name. This man was about to return home from Pioche, Nevada, after having sold a very valuable cargo and a team, receiving his payment in gold. Fearing he might be robbed on his return trip, he ingeniously hid his gold by boring a hole in the holster of the wagon and hiding the gold therein. This seemed almost a premonition, for he had not traveled very far when he saw a lone rider coming over the brow of the hill. The rider soon caught up with him and demanded his gold that he had seen him receive for his cargo and team. The teamster produced all he had in his purse, some thirty dollars, and truthfully said that was all he had on his person. The rider, unable to find more and sorely disappointed, ordered the Scandanavian to get off the wagon and dance. He danced until he was almost exhausted and told the bandit he could dance no more, he might as well kill him outright, as to torture him that way. He was then ordered to get back on the wagon and,

Soon they were on their way. The men didn't get much sleep the rest of the the trip, they were watching for desparados along the way.
EXPERIENCES OF AN OLD FREIGHTER For a long period of time before and after the rail-road came into Milford, in 1880, Milford was a local point of all freighting by team and wagon. Some of the old roads are still visible and in places are one hundreds yards wide. From a few men still living, who traveled these winding roads across the desert, may be gleaned the heart interest stories of the opening of an empire which has produced millions in gold, silver, lead, and copper, livestock and agricultural products. At the foot of Tushar Mountain, in the beautiful little city of Beaver, still lives one of these old freighters, Larkin Waters, now eighty-one years old. In the language of the old freighter, he vividly tells many incidents that happened along the way. He tells this story about a freighter, a Scandanavian from Richfield. Unfortunately he had forgotten his name. This man was about to return home from Pioche, Nevada, after having sold a very valuable cargo and a team, receiving his payment in gold. Fearing he might be robbed on his return trip, he ingeniously hid his gold by boring a hole in the holster of the wagon and hiding the gold therein. This seemed almost a premonition, for he had not traveled very far when he saw a lone rider coming over the brow of the hill. The rider soon caught up with him and demanded his gold that he had seen him receive for his cargo and team. The teamster produced all he had in his purse, some thirty dollars, and truthfully said that was all he had on his person. The rider, unable to find more and sorely disappointed, ordered the Scandanavian to get off the wagon and dance. He danced until he was almost exhausted and told the bandit he could dance no more, he might as well kill him outright, as to torture him that way. He was then ordered to get back on the wagon and,